You aren't the type of guy that goes to strip club's but it's your buddy's bachelor party so here you are.

You immediately see a tall curvy blonde on stage. She has dreadlocks, tattoos and she is a great dancer. This is the kind of girl who looks dangerous. You don't see women like this in real life; your wife is quite plain, so you are immediately drawn to her. You tip her and she lures you in for a lap dance.

You have no concept of time or money, no realization how many hours have gone by, how many dances you've gotten or how much you've drawn from the ATM until it tells...

You aren't the type of guy that goes to strip club's but it's your buddy's bachelor party so here you are.

You immediately see a tall curvy blonde on stage. She has dreadlocks, tattoos and she is a great dancer. This is the kind of girl who looks dangerous. You don't see women like this in real life; your wife is quite plain, so you are immediately drawn to her. You tip her and she lures you in for a lap dance.

You have no concept of time or money, no realization how many hours have gone by, how many dances you've gotten or how much you've drawn from the ATM until it tells you no more cash for you, so you do something you'd never do and have no idea how it happened. You had your wife's wedding set in your pocket because you'd just picked it up earlier today from the jeweler who was replacing a prong on the setting. You give it to the stripper.

A thick 14k white gold band and marquis solitaire that cost an entire month's salary now sparkling on the stripper's hand. But the weird thing is, you don't even care. You can't remember your wife's name or where you live. Only your ATM pin code, your account and routing numbers. What is happening to you?!

The club is closing soon, the lights are coming up one by one. Suddenly things start to feel a lot more real without the allure of the black lights and neon bikinis. She explains that she is a witch and she has put a spell on you. Now every night instead of going home for dinner after work, you will come to the strip club for dinner. They have a great alfredo. Every night you will drain your card to the max, and bring an expensive item of your wife's for tribute. The stripper doesn't even pretend to be interested in you any more.

This is what I do, she says. I listen to men, make them think they are interesting and I understand them. Suddenly you think I am the answer to all your problems. I really get you!

She is cracking up laughing. The bouncers are cracking up too, they see she has another victim. Many men who come to the club have fallen into her trap and know to stay far away from her unless they want to file bankruptcy again. Now it's your turn. You're already thinking of which piece of your wife's jewelry you can give her next, and think she would like her family heirloom cameo.

Snap out of it! But you cant. she's an angel, the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She's going to destroy your marriage, your family, and you couldn't be happier. Maybe this is why they say strip clubs are evil.